Once, little Krishna and his brother Balarama were playing under a huge mango tree in their house's front yard. At the same time, their mother, Yashoda, was busy cooking in the kitchen.
'Looks like our mother is cooking a delicious meal. I can smell it. I am already hungry!' said Balarama, sniffing the delicious steam from the kitchen. Krishna rolled his eyes and said, 'I have a plan!'
He pointed his finger to the tree, 'Why don't you pluck mangoes from here!' Balarama liked his plan and climbed up the tree. Atop the tree, he realized, 'But my little hands can contain only one mango.'
Krishna replied, 'We will share it and save space for Mother's meal in the tummy.' Balarama plucked one mango and came down. To his surprise, he saw little Krishna was swallowing mud.
Krishna's mud-smeared mouth made him laugh. However, Balarama controlled his laughter and shouted to call Yashoda, 'Mother, I caught Krishna eating mud.' Yashoda came to the tree from the kitchen.
Seeing her in anger, Krishna ran around the tree. Yashoda, too, ran behind him. Huffing, she caught him, 'You mischievous boy!' She made little Krishna sit on her lap and asked him to open his mouth.
Reluctantly, Krishna did so. On his tongue, she witnessed stars. Then, the universe, space, lands, mountains, and oceans appeared inside his little mouth. She couldn't believe what she saw.
Yashoda rubbed her eyes and then embraced Krishna. Krishna said, 'Mother, I am hungry!' Yashoda was still worried and said, 'But! I just saw something strange inside your mouth, Krishna!'
'What did you see, mother?' asked little Krishna. A pungent smell tickled her nose, and instantly, she forgot everything she had just seen. She cried, 'Oh! I brunt my rice!'
She stood up to run to the kitchen, but Krishna held her hand and said, 'Mother, you just said you saw something strange!' Yashoda replied, 'Really! When did I say that?' and ran to the kitchen
Krishna winked at Balarama. They shared a burst of mischievous laughter. 'So, you wanted to scare mother!' Krishna laughed and said, 'No! I just wanted to show her the universe!'
Balarama and little Krishna laughed. 'What's the use? She doesn't remember anything!' said Balarama. Krishna showed him the mango, 'Just like you don't remember this mango!' They both giggled. 'Let's eat!' said Balarama.
Moral: A child's mischief brings joy to loved ones.
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